Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"You mean, the elf that just attacked was the Phoenix King?! By the way, Volan, I never thought that I would meet the elven monarch one day."

Sienna asked Victor again and again. She had only heard from her teacher that the Phoenix King acted a little... uniquely, and would often follow his own ideas rather than the advice of his noble colleagues.

But who could have thought that five hoodlums hired by the tavern would actually be rescued by the Phoenix King himself.

Victor was also thinking about this. What was the reason for the Phoenix King to come here? If it was to save them, Bokaqili would be nearby. With the speed and advantage of the dragon, he could successfully leave even if surrounded by thousands of people.

He didn't believe that he and others were worthy of the Phoenix King's special rescue. Imrik must have more urgent matters to deal with.

The witch hunter thought about the last words of the Holy Grail Guardian and felt more and more weird. Could they be useful to the goddess of Bretonnia?
He thought about it and decided to throw the problem to someone else.

"Kerillian, you should explain yourself. After all, you are the elf."

"Oh, so you thought the noble Phoenix King would pay attention to an Asrai? He is the dragon lord of Caledor, who can kill us all with just a flick of his finger."

The elves' ridicule was directed at their companions. When talking about the Phoenix King, Kerillian felt only fear and awe.

The first time she saw Imrik, Asrai felt only fear in her heart. Although the emperor's eyes never lingered on her from beginning to end, but...

Why, she had a feeling that as long as she continued to lie there pretending to be dead and praying in her heart that Lilith would not blame her for the offense, the church would soon have only one elf.

"Never mind him. Maybe the elf grandfather has some conflicts with Bretonnia. We can't understand the weirdness inside in depth." Marcus threw the backpack on the ground carelessly. The crisp and loud metal sound made Bardin look sideways.

"Bardin, come and take a look at the treasure. If you can sell it for a good price, I will treat you to a month of beer in Uberrick."

"Barbarian, in order to cover for you, I just got a few more scars. It's at least two months."

"No problem. Hehe, let's see how long these little things can keep us drinking." Marcus opened the bag with a grim smile. He never expected to find the treasures in it in his life. The salary of a soldier for several years might not be enough to buy a gem-studded emblem ring.

"This is a human thing. Although the craftsmanship is not good, the value is still good..."

If Victor were a law enforcement officer, he would demand that Kruber hand over the general loot to the Imperial treasury, but unfortunately the witch hunters do not want to interfere.

He looked around and found that he was located on the edge of a small hill. The sparse forest could provide good cover. There was a tributary of a stream next to it. The flowing water meant that food and hygiene could be guaranteed.

"Elf, go find some food, we need to rest."

"Me? Did the Bretonnian knights cripple your hands? Do you need me to babysit you?"

Kerillian looked at Victor in disbelief; she had no idea that witch hunters could give orders so naturally and directly.

"This is an order. Do not attempt to confuse the order of command. Or do you still have doubts about my leadership after seeing the true appearance of the Phoenix King?!"

Victor was not very good at using false pretenses, but the elf was obviously feeling guilty. After hearing the words "Phoenix King", he reluctantly agreed.

"Just this once, for the sake of the Phoenix King's presence..."

The experienced ranger hunted a white-tailed deer in Bretonnia in less than twenty minutes. If this place was Athel Loren, she would pray to this noble creature, intending to tell nature about the necessity of the cycle of life.

But this is Bretonnia, and the elves' double standards are clearly visible. After simply bleeding the prey, they dragged it back to the temporary camp.

After returning to the garrison, she looked at the soldiers and rangers who were busy dividing the spoils, and the witch hunters and mages who were bickering non-stop. She just wanted to cover her forehead and wonder what on earth could have made the Phoenix King personally rescue these lucky guys.

I must be crazy... hanging out with short-lived people. "Eat, short-lived people."

"Oh, it's a fresh little deer. Sister Sienna likes these tender little guys. With my flames, the finished product will definitely be juicy and delicious."

"Shut up, witch. If we let you do it, we'll have to deal with the traces you left behind all night.

Dwarf brother, teach her what cooking is. "

"Well, although I'm best at cooking troll meat, it's not bad to cook venison occasionally. Unfortunately, I just lack beer, parsley and black pepper..."

When Victor led the way in collecting firewood and using the deer stomach that had just been removed to fetch water from the river, everyone expressed doubts at the same time. Perhaps only a witch hunter could hold water in a stomach that had not yet been cleaned of dirt.

"Salzpyre, do you think of the heretic next to you? For the love of Volan, be careful!"

Sienna cursed, causing Victor to curl his lips and ask, "Our gifts have been taken away by the Bretonnians. Tell me what to use to store water?"

"By the way, where is the carriage we were escorting? I remember there seemed to be a wizard in it, but I didn't see him along the way." Bardin was cutting the venison carefully, and he did not forget to look up and ask Victor who should know the information.

"He might have been executed by the Bretonnians. It would be best for us to have one less unstable factor. It is not ruled out that he was the one who leaked the information."

"Maybe, but Lorna should be able to guarantee his reliability... Sienna, light a fire, but don't set my beard on fire."

Wisps of smoke rose in the night sky. After narrowly escaping the pursuit of the Holy Grail Guards, the Five Warriors of Uberrick stayed on the land of Bretonnia without any worries, enjoying the river water and food of the Lady, but there was still something missing.

"If there's some wine, that would be even better. Valaya, a barrel of Bergman would be the luckiest thing that could happen to me in a while."

His beard was covered in grease, but Bardin did not forget to complain about what was missing. He handed a skewer of golden roasted venison to the dull elf and said with a hint of disgust.

"Stupid elf, you still need to eat even if you live in a tree. Try the cooking skills of the dwarf chef."

Asledo mainly eats vegetarian food, and occasionally eats meat to supplement the necessary energy. They do not hate meat, but they definitely hate the smoke from the barbecue cooked by the dwarves.

"Take it away! I hate your self-righteous look. Elves hate this kind of fishy smell the most!"

Bardin felt a little regretful. Although he had thought about the elf women's reply, he still felt sorry for the chef. It was a waste of the exquisite hunting skills.

"it's a pity……"

"Don't elevate personal preferences to race, lovely Miss Kerillian..."

"Who?!"

Three pistols, a longbow, a powerful crossbow, and a magic staff were aimed at the source of the sound at the same time. The five tough guys who had just been in a state of disdain for each other, actually had a tacit understanding and provided cover for each other. Any enemy that appeared in any position would face crossfire at the same time.

"Normally guests who bring wine are called friends in Ulthuan and treated with courtesy and banquets, but you are carrying swords. Is this how the Uberrick Five treat you?"

The smiling male voice made Victor's pupils shrink suddenly. He immediately put down his pistol, suppressed Marcus' nervous movements beside him, and signaled everyone to put away their weapons.

"I thought your main purpose was to deal with the Lady Church, but I didn't expect..." (End of this chapter)